Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.